Volunteer Voice - Life's Great Ironies
Written by Jess McGrath - GVI Manuel Antonio Community Intern 
The GVI team have been busy this week
 with holiday activities in Boca Vieja, spending our days at the 
community centre managing holiday sport, English and craft activities. 
At night, the group are usually home doing their Spanish homework, 
cooking, cleaning, juggling, debating the correct way to cut tomatoes 
and practising Michael Jacksons moon walk. 
 Today, having temporarily 
lost half our GVI crew to a stomach bug, Liz, Clint and myself set off 
for the El Cocal community with high hopes of getting some much needed 
work done. When we arrived to find the electricity was out for the day, 
our plans to clean out the storage shed were quickly replaced with the 
setting up of the school basketball hoop (ie - attached one pole to 
another with pieces of wire), a bit of painting and a walk along the 
dirt strip that is the main street of El Cocal in search of some kids to
 tell about our upcoming soccer tournament. Instead we found a couple of
 boys who were more interested in challenging us to a game of ultimate 
frisbee. As we spent the next hour playing on the beach, I 
couldn't help but notice the giant houses that line the hillside of  
neighbouring Manuel Antonio, with their ‘million dollar’ view of the El Cocal 
beach. Just one of life's great ironies I suppose…
Today, having temporarily 
lost half our GVI crew to a stomach bug, Liz, Clint and myself set off 
for the El Cocal community with high hopes of getting some much needed 
work done. When we arrived to find the electricity was out for the day, 
our plans to clean out the storage shed were quickly replaced with the 
setting up of the school basketball hoop (ie - attached one pole to 
another with pieces of wire), a bit of painting and a walk along the 
dirt strip that is the main street of El Cocal in search of some kids to
 tell about our upcoming soccer tournament. Instead we found a couple of
 boys who were more interested in challenging us to a game of ultimate 
frisbee. As we spent the next hour playing on the beach, I 
couldn't help but notice the giant houses that line the hillside of  
neighbouring Manuel Antonio, with their ‘million dollar’ view of the El Cocal 
beach. Just one of life's great ironies I suppose…
 
 



 
 
 
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